(kinky friedman)From a cheap hotel in dallasOn a cold December dayA telegram was traveling on it's wayLike a sad old song from somewhereIn the distance of a dreamFlashing ¡®cross the darknessOn the telegraph machine.It said, ¡°from billy,¡± at the bottom, ¡°to baby,¡± at the topWestern union wire ¡º ¡°please help me¡± ¡º stop.Western union wire ¡º ¡°don't leave me.¡± ¡º stop.Well, the taxicab it took herTo the airport in the dawn,She knew in just an hour she'd be gone.She was standing near the platform¡®bout to board the big pan amWhen someone cameAnd put the lonely message in her hand.It said, ¡°from billy,¡± at the bottom, ¡°to baby,¡± at the topWestern union wire ¡º ¡°please help me¡± ¡º stop.Western union wire ¡º ¡°don't leave me.¡± ¡º stop.Headin' high above chicagoJust a-reachin' for the skiesShe found herself with teardrops in her eyes.And a little boy beside her asked her,¡°mama, where is pop ? ¡±And she just broke down a-cryin'¡®cause she knew she couldn't stop.It said, ¡°from billy,¡± at the bottom, ¡°to baby,¡± at the topWestern union wire ¡º ¡°don't leave me.¡± ¡º stop.¡°ah, you said you'd always love me ¡º how could you ? ¡± ¡º stop,¡°in pieces on the runway ¡º I love you.¡± ¡º stop.